A heartbreaking work of staggering genius?
No, not really. Heartbreaking. Staggering. Mess.
Okay, so I’m being a bit melodramatic here. But I had really high hopes for finishing up my Taffy for the great parade over on Esplanade Erin and Street Sarah today. Between the film festival, my touch & go serger and this chiffon, that ain’t happening, folks. Definitely thought I’d make it for a Tardy Taffy Tuesday post. We’ll see.
As it stands, serger 3, chiffon 1, Lav 1 (yay for nailing the neckline fit!). Serger tails (misspelled on purpose, peeps)… you did the loveliest of rolled hems, my dear. On my polyester muslin. Yet on the silk, it’s several inches of beauty, followed by a few of the ugliest stitches you’ll never see in public. Chiffon, I broke down and made you into bias tape (not the look I wanted). Finally happy to have finished the neckline, a quick press, onto the rest. What’s that fuzz? Oh, just where the shifty tape had worked out from under my needle for one measly inch at the center front. See, I do a lazy man’s bias tape treatment: folded/pressed, stitched down, then folded over and topstitched. Usually works a charm. Highly unusual, this blouse. I’m no stranger to silk, yet for some reason this simply isn’t coming together for me. Probably because I set a deadline, then went off and did a million other things!
Maybe this is a good time to catch up with everyone else :)
Oh, and isn’t this cute… R running a Joyce 10k in a Kerouac 5k shirt. Which makes total sense, if you ask me. There were people scattered along the route in period costume, reading Joyce aloud. You know, to really pump those runners up. I wonder if there are wolves set up along the trail of the Jack London race to get you moving.